Descension - Unwound

Another episode behind the tainted screen

A choking victim of it’s own vomit, naturally

A scary horror show that starts to speak too slow

And then it makes it clear that it will disappear

We’re always sinking, an endless circle

We’re always sinking, an endless circle

Another heart attack

So never turn your back on other sightless sights

On all the endless nights

It never occured to you when always looking up

That when it gets to you, nausea will resume

We’re always sinking, an endless circle

We’re always sinking, an endless circle

An awful feeling, an awful feeling

An awful feeling, an awful feeling

Moving forward, nothing’s over

Static sentence;

soundless, anxious

No momentum, no dilemma

Never stated, nothing’s sacred